Jason sat in front of his laptop chatting on line; he was in a BDSM chatroom. He often went to this chatroom but rarely spoke, instead he would just watch and see the chatter that came on screen. It surprised him how these guys did all they claimed, he wondered if it was true or just made up. Perhaps they lived their BDSM lives in Fantasyland just like him. The idea of having a Mistress to control him, tie him up and train him to satisfy her really excited him. Over the years he had built up quite a selection of toys just in case the lady ever turned up, but she never had.
His dream was broken by a knock on the front door, he couldn’t think who it was and thought about ignoring it all together, but by the second knock he guessed they were not giving up so he threw on a robe and walked to the door.
"Hi my name is Amelia and I now live next door to you. While I was moving in today this package arrived for you in the post and the guy asked me to give it to you. I had to sign for it, hope you didn’t mind," she said.
Jason closed his gaping mouth, tried nodding and shaking his head all at once before finding his voice.
"No not at all, thank you very much. My name is Jason if I can do anything for you any time please let me know," he said still blushing bright red.
"Right thanks Jason, I’ll remember that. Hope to see you around,"
"Yeah would be great, hey care to come in for a drink to welcome you?" he asked before looking down and seeing what he was wearing.
"Well looks like you were about to go to bed, perhaps another time," she said smiling.
"Sure, perhaps tomorrow?" he said.
"Maybe, I’ll have to see what I have on already. Anyway must go, I’ll be in touch," she said.
Jason watched as this vision of femininity strode back to her room in her black high heel shoes and black stockings. Jason took a deep breath as her perfume lingered trying to recall every detail of what he hoped would be his new friend. The white silk blouse and bright red scarf tied around her neck, the black, knee length leather skirt, tapered to fit well around the thighs downwards. He thought he heard a soft laugh as she turned to look back when she reached her door and open it. Jason felt like he was in love with Amelia already.
For the rest of the week they never met, Jason waiting in every evening, praying and hoping she would knock on his door but it never happened. Come the weekend he felt sure they would meet again, although he rarely heard her moving about. Saturday he made a point of leaving his flat frequently, he hoped to see her and was sure it would have to happen but he was to be disappointed. Saturday night he sat in front of the computer, he was wearing his new chastity device that Amelia had taken in for him. It had cost a small fortune but with his Prince Albert piercing it was impossible to remove or have removed without the keys. He loved the way it gripped his manhood tightly, the small points inside the tube and back ring would make themselves felt whenever he tried to erect but it wasn’t a severe pain but enough to make him stop and think. The longest he had managed to wear it so far had been two days and one night by which time he was so desperate to cum he had to unlock it and masturbate.
He had been playing with a punishment hood and some cuffs along with several lengths of rope fantasising how he had been captured by Amelia and restrained and now she was holding him as her chaste slave forever more. It had been fun but pain from the device forced him to stop. It was just 8.30 as he pulled on a long pink robe that he got when he thought he was a sissy. He turned on his computer and went to the website where he got his chastity device from and sat looking at the extras he could buy to add on when he had enough money. He was getting really excited when he heard a bang at his front door. He came out in a cold sweat, this was her, Amelia and he wasn’t ready for her. He couldn’t keep her standing there or she would walk away, no he had to answer the door, invite her in and make an excuse.
Jason fumbled to open the door, Amelia stood looking just like the Domme he had dreamt of earlier on. A black silk blouse with a white silk scarf round her neck, a long flowing latex skirt that finished just short enough to show her six-inch heeled shoes.
"Hi I am going to that club in Andrew Street I wondered if you wanted to come with me?" she asked. "But looks like you are set for a long night in."
She couldn’t stop herself from laughing slightly at his pink dressing gown and the look on his face.
"No, yeah, sure…erm come in please Amelia I was just about to shower then go out myself. Be great to go out together, please can I get you a drink while I finish getting ready?" he asked.
Amelia walked in the room, and wasn’t trying to hide how much she was enjoying watching Jason squirm. She looked down slightly as he moved and thought she saw a flash of silver, she wondered what it was but said nothing. Jason handed her a glass of red wine and she sat down on a chair after removing the cuffs and hood. Amelia grinned as Jason snatched them up and hurried away to the bathroom. As she put her glass down on the coffee table she noticed two strange looking keys on a ring with a label attached. She wondered what they were for, picking them up she read the label, and it said "Maximum Secure chastity device, keys property of Mistress Amelia". She giggled and dropped them in her bag, now she knew what that flash of silver was she thought to herself. The computer screen attracted her attention; she read the page and flicked through seeing what Jason had been looking at. Amelia smiled happily; perhaps she had found herself a slave she thought.
Jason came in the room, he was dressed and looked quite smart and ready for their date, Amelia had another idea.
"You look great Jason, but how about we go to the BDSM club in Napier Street, I’ve been there a couple of times and it is always fun. We could take your cuffs and hood, come on please for me?" she asked smiling happily.
Jason couldn’t refuse such an offer, he thought all his dreams and fantasies had come into place right this moment in time.
"Ok what shall I wear then? He asked.
"A pair of shorts, do you have a collar and leash? Perhaps some light shoes," she asked.
Jason dashed off and returned within minutes in just shorts, a locking collar that had a leash connected to it and a small bag that contained his steel handcuffs and the hood. He looked around for the keys to his device but couldn’t see them and didn’t remember exactly where he had put them so he would have to stay locked for the evening. He was worried for there was no way out of this device without the keys and the points were digging in quite painfully as he tried to get really hard.
"What are you looking for, you are fine as you are Jason," said Amelia.
"Some keys, I need them ideally before we leave," he said still searching.
"They your flat keys then?" she teased.
"No just some important keys that I need," he said.
"Well find them when you get back, come on we need to get going I have my car downstairs," she said taking hold of the leash and giving it a firm tug.
Jason gave one desperate glance round the room as he was pulled firmly to the door just picking up his apartment keys on the way.
Amelia held her hand open for the keys as soon as the door was locked, "Give them to me and I’ll keep them safe for you in my bag."
Jason handed her the keys, wondering what he was doing and how he had managed to get this far. Usually he just dried up and female company walked away but Amelia was so different, so decisive, confident, and sure of herself. He hurried to keep up with her and she held tightly onto the leash right through the apartment corridors to where her car was parked.
She chatted happily as she drove towards the club, smiling amused at the semi naked man she had beside her as if it was quite normal.
"When we get there I’ll cuff your hands but leave the hood off for now, after all you are my slave for the evening," she giggled happily.
"Well, I’ve never done this before, this is all…" he seemed to run out of words.
"Don’t worry about a thing, I have membership already and being female it’s free and I can bring in a sub for free too. Just do as I tell you and we’ll both have a great night," she said.
"Amelia, I forgot to pick up my wallet, I have no money for drinks and food," he said panicking.
"No problem, it’s on me tonight, you can pay next week if we come again. Anyway don’t think you’ll be capable of doing much once we get there," she said laughing.
She pulled up in the car park well away from the entrance. She got out and walked round the car to Jason who was holding the bag with the cuffs and hood in. Amelia removed the cuffs, smiled as she saw they were hinged cuffs and carefully snapped them on his wrists behind his back with the keyhole pointing upwards. Even with the keys he wouldn’t be getting out of them without help she thought. Amelia applied the double locking on the cuffs and from her pocked removed a large ball gag that she showed to Jason.
"Open wide slave, I want you gagged to start with, promise I’ll remove it later," she said.
The ball was large and there was a leather harness to keep the ball securely in place. Amelia carefully tightened each strap then added a small padlock onto each buckle so the gag couldn’t be removed. From the boot of her car she picked up a riding crop, then slammed the boot closed.
She looked at Jason and grinned, "You look fantastic slave, stop worrying its going to be fun."
Jason was not used to being this helpless for real, and what is more it would be in public, something he had never considered doing before. He was seriously out of his depth he thought but really had no choice now other than to go with the flow.
At the door Amelia showed a card and was asked to sign a book for her guest. A plastic pink ring was sealed round Jason’s left ankle to indicate he was owned and not free to play with other Dommes or Doms in the club. With Amelia holding the leash he followed her to the bar where she ordered a glass of orange juice for herself.
"Sorry slave but you can’t drink yet, perhaps later. Let us see if we can find something to keep you occupied which that you might enjoy," she said looking around the huge hall.
"Ah this could be fun, need to remove those shorts though. Don’t worry it is allowed in here there are lots of slaves naked."
Jason had never been so embarrassed before as the shorts were removed and Amelia saw his chastity tube locked in place. She skinned the shorts off telling him to step out then turned her attention to the tube.
"My oh my, you kept that quiet slave. This is going to be very uncomfortable evening for you slave in that. Looks very secure, I wonder who has the keys. Do you have a Mistress already slave?" she asked.
Jason shook his head and mumbled but the gag prevented much sound from being heard.
"Oh I get it, that was the key you were looking for back at the apartment before we left, I can see why now," she laughed.
Jason could only nod and flinch as the points dug deeper in his tender manhood.
Amelia helped Jason into this steel cage, it was a tight fit to start with but by the time she had the door locked shut and had adjusted several steel rods he could barely move at all. She picked up the feather dusters and hung them on the door lock ready for anyone to use. One she retained for herself and started to put it to good use. Poor Jason could do nothing to stop the torture as Amelia tickled him wherever she thought it would be effective. Soon he was squealing and wriggling about as much as he could, which wasn’t that much. As she concentrated her attack on his locked up manhood and testicles she could see from the pained expression that she was hitting the right spot. Others joined in and he was being attacked from every side and there was nothing he could do. Half an hour later he was exhausted and almost sobbing as he tried to beg for mercy. Amelia decided to be merciful, she didn’t want to break her new toy too quickly; they had all evening to go.
Jason was unlocked from the cage much to his relief and the ball gag removed so he could have a drink.
"Thank you Mistress that was awful, I couldn’t avoid all those dusters. Please don’t tickle me again like that," he said
"We’ll see slave, it’s not your choice tonight. You are my slave, my plaything tonight and I’ll do whatever I want with you that is why you are cuffed. Don’t worry it won’t be anything too bad," she said giving him a reassured smile.
"I was going to mention the cuffs Mistress, I’ve never worn them locked behind me before and it is making my shoulders ache a little."
"My oh my, it is a night of firsts for you slave, well better see if we can continue on the theme. Come get yourself over this face down now," she said tapping his bottom with her crop.
It was a spanking bench but Jason didn’t recognise it as such and managed to lay face down on the leather covered bench. Amelia quickly fastened up a series of straps round his ankles, lower back and just below his shoulder tightly. Next she unlocked his handcuffs and took each arm round the front and secured it to the front of the bench.
"Excellent, so how does that feel slave, nice and comfy?" she said smiling happily.
"Yes thank you Mistress, much better now I am out of those cuffs," he said.
"Good now open wide for me while I gag you again, come on won’t be for that long," she said trying to reassure him.
He really had no choice at all anyway so opened his mouth wide again as the gag was fitted and tightened in place. By the time the straps were done up and locked there was no way he could force it out of his mouth, he was well and securely gagged.
"Slave I am not happy with your behaviour so far this evening. First you lie to me, you were not thinking of going out at all, then you try and deceive me with the keys you were looking for, three you have tried to top from the bottom all night. I am going to use this nice leather perforated paddle to teach you a lesson when it comes to telling the truth and knowing your rightful place. This my slave will hurt."
Jason was terrified as soon as she picked up the large paddle, it looked heavy and painful as she swished it so he could see her. He was not wrong, the first stroke hit hard on his left cheek, which seemed to explode in pain, which was quickly followed by a second explosion on his right cheek. After that slow steady strokes were applied, each allowing him to feel the full impact of the deep burning pain before the next one hit home. Tears ran down his cheeks as he begged her to stop but only the loud splat of the paddle against flesh really made itself heard in the room. Several people looked on smiling, all grateful no doubt that they were not on the receiving end of that paddle. After twenty blows she stopped and put the paddle down and walked to look Jason in the eye.
"Right slave, that should have warmed you up a bit and we can happily continue if you wish."
Jason shook his head desperately trying to indicate he had had more than enough of that.
"I see, now in future slave, if we have a future you will not lie to me, never try to top me or you will find yourself over this bench again but next time I’ll use a cane twenty times after your warm up with the paddle. Now do I make myself completely clear slave?"
Tears still running down his cheek as the burning seemed to be intensifying in his still very vulnerable bottom, Jason nodded his head best he could. He couldn’t imagine what the cane would feel like now and he had no wish to feel it ever.
"Good I am pleased you now understand your position slave, I am now going to release you from the bench, you will kneel by the table I am going to sit at and watch the entertainment on stage with me for a while," she said.
The steel cuffs were relocked in place long before he was finally free of the bench, she smiled as she saw him gently touching his red cheeks. Taking a tissue she wiped away his tears and cleaned his face up before taking him to a table when he knelt down to watch the stage. Jason was not comfortable, his bottom still burned, his penis ached with the frustration of being locked and the points dug into his tender skin. What with that and the cuffs plus the handful of rice Mistress had placed on the floor for him to kneel on he was not a happy slave.
The entertainment consisted of a display of bondage, a demonstration of using the whip, a spanking session and various mistresses showed off their favourite torture on their slaves. It was well received and enjoyed by most. Amelia had enjoyed the evening, it was late and thought she should make her way back home and reluctantly give her slave some of his freedom back.
"Slave I am going to remove your gag and give you a drink and perhaps it would be a good time for a little chat. Now it’s not too late to take you back to that spanking bench for a second helping so I suggest you behave as a slave should when we talk."
Jason’s jaw was aching, he was desperate to get the gag removed but hadn’t dared disturb Amelia. He breathed a sigh of relief as the straps were unlocked and the gag removed.
"Thank you Mistress, I appreciate your kindness."
Amelia smiled as she held the water bottle to his lips so he could drink. The water soon went, he was thirsty and it helped wash away the taste of the rubber gag a little.
"So slave have you enjoyed tonight? Is it what you expected?" she asked.
"I have enjoyed most of it Mistress, I found the spanking very painful, think I must have a low pain tolerance, but I understand that I had earned it. It’s been like a dream with so much happening that I never expected. I am sure tomorrow it will be wonderful to be able to think back on the whole evening as a great stepping stone to understanding what my fantasies feel like in the real world. Thank you so much Mistress for allowing me to go as your slave, it has been terrific fun most of the time."
Amelia was pleased with his response, she had pushed and tested him a little, as she had to in order to assess his levels.
"So perhaps we could do this again slave, who knows perhaps one day you may become my live in slave. What do you think about that?"
"I would very much like to come here again Mistress as your slave. Having you as a real time Mistress would be like a dream for me."
"Well time will have to sort that out slave, I think now we need to get you back home so first we had better get these shorts on you."
The thin fabric of the shorts made him flinch, it was going to be far worse when he sat down he was sure. Still cuffed he was stunned when Amelia removed the hood from the bag and pulled it over his head. She laced it tightly in place, zipped the covered flap down to the collar before locking it all together. The gag was a round hollow tube forcing his mouth open, he could see nothing other than total blackness and the latex lining felt warm and clammy already. Jason felt a tug on the collar and walked as the leash led.
Still cuffed and helpless he was led outside and to the car then strapped in with the seatbelt. He felt Amelia get in beside him and start the car and they began to move.
"I could drive you slave to the forest and leave you there for the rest of the night and pick you up sometime tomorrow if you wish," she teased.
Jason shook his head and mumbled through his gag.
"Perhaps leave you chained to a tree with lots of nettles around for you to play with. How about that idea?"
Amelia smiled as Jason shook his head clearly believing she may do this.
"In those cuffs and the hood you would be pretty helpless slave, I could remove your shorts too. Just imagine those nettles and how they would sting such delicate areas. Could be so much fun for me slave."
Jason was now sure that was going to happen, he was close to panic as they drove on with him secure in his dark scary world. Amelia loved to play head/mind games with slaves she had owned; she was extremely good at it too.
"Perhaps I should smear some honey over you first for the ants and insects to enjoy, my oh my they could have a feast. Going to be a hot day tomorrow too slave, a hot, sweaty, helpless and painful day for someone slave."
She could hear him sobbing as she drove into her parking place by the apartment. She smiled as she turned the engine off and got out of the car. When she opened the passenger door she could sense the fear that Jason felt, she thought it best to calm him down a little before she removed his seatbelt.
"It’s all right slave, we are home now, no forest this time for you. Now I am going to remove your seatbelt and help you out of the car and then we’ll go to your apartment where I’ll remove your hood and cuffs."
She could tell he was still frightened but at least he had realised he couldn’t gain anything by trying to escape her. She helped him out of the car, locked it up then guided him slowly to his apartment. She unlocked the door and ushered him inside his apartment.
"There we are slave, home at last. Kneel down for me and I’ll remove your hood," she said.
Jason felt the carpet under his knees and it felt so good. Amelia took her time to unlock and remove the hood; she smiled at the wet tear stained face that appeared from inside. She bent down and gave him a hug to reassure him it was all over for now. Next she removed the hinged handcuffs and unclipped the leash.
"There we are slave, as free as a bird, well almost," she giggled as she looked at his struggling penis.
"Thank you so much Mistress, I was truly scared back there in the car. I really did believe you were going to do that to me. This has been a truly awesome evening Mistress."
"Well perhaps next time slave, that is if you want a next time," she said smiling.
"Yes please Mistress, next week would be great."
"Ok but I need some help from you though during the week. I want some cleaning done to enable me to have the time free to take you to the club. You are to come round at eleven o’clock tomorrow morning and we’ll get you started."
"Yes Mistress, thank you."
"Good, you have a good night and I’ll see you then, don’t be late or you will be punished slave."
She smiled as she left the room and made her way to the front door. Jason opened it for her and watched as she made her way back to her apartment for the night.
Jason closed his door and hurried into the living room, he had to find those keys and get this chastity device off or he would explode. He had never wanted to cum this bad ever before. He spent the next hour searched the apartment all over and didn’t find the keys. He was worried they had been put out with some rubbish by mistake. He thought back to see if he could remember exactly where he had put them, he couldn’t and with reluctance accepted the device was staying on for the night, his bottom was still sore but he thought it had cooled enough to enable him to sleep.
Sleep through exhaustion helped prevent a long and frustrating night, he knew nothing much until the people above him turned on their vacuum cleaner. Jason slowly woke properly, he quickly established he was still locked in the device as the pain hurt with him trying to get hard. Then he remembered last night, looking for the keys, his evening with Amelia and his promise to clean her place today. He looked at the clock, it was just past ten so he hurried to get showered and ready for his day ahead hoping he would come across the keys while he got ready.
Just before eleven he knocked on Amelia’s front door. He waited for a few minutes before she opened the door and asked him in.
"Your maid is here Ma’am," he joked.
"Good it’s a pity she isn’t dressed properly, still nothing we can’t put right. Follow me," she demanded.
He was surprised, had just said it as a joke but was finding out fast you don’t put ideas in Amelia’s mind and expect her to ignore them if she may find them entertaining.
"Right strip slave, I’ll get your outfit ready for you."
"It’s ok Mistress I’m happy like this if that’s ok, I was just joking," he said.
"I wasn’t, now strip before I get angry and you feel my cane on your butt," she said.
Jason stripped off his shirt and shorts folding them up and placing them on a chair.
Amelia watched and grinned as she saw his locked penis still trying to get hard, it would soon be trying much harder if she had anything to do with it.
"Still locked up slave, I am impressed. I thought you would have removed that after last night.
"I would have done Mistress but can’t find where I put the keys. I am seriously worried about them because without them I am stuck in this thing and I know the firm won’t supply duplicates. I really have to search for them when I get back," he said.
"Oh dear poor you, hope you find them slave," she said happy he hadn’t worked out that she may have them put away in her safe.
The corset was very tight as she tied the laces together. A length of chain went round his restricted waist and padlocked behind him. The maid’s dress was satin and barely covered his struggling penis, the satin apron just a touch longer brushed the tender head of his penis through the bars of the restraint. Next came stockings that connected to the corset and then the highest pair of heels he had seen, they must have been all of six inches high. He wouldn’t be able to stand in them let alone walk he thought. The heels fitted tightly and with the straps done up and locked they were not going to be removed with the keys. Leather ankle cuffs locked in place and connected by about 18 inches of thick chain came next. A wide collar followed next restricting how much he could move his head, and then leather wrist cuffs connected by about a foot of chain went in place and were further locked to a further chain that went round his waist over the dress.
"Right slave let me explain, you are my slave/maid for the rest of the day until your work is done. As this is your first time I will not gag you but won’t accept sloppy work. I don’t care if you think you can’t do your tasks dressed as you are, you will do them for you are not going anywhere until they are all done to my satisfaction. I am quite prepared to leave you locked in here tomorrow while I go to work if necessary so we had better get you busy."
It took a while before Jason was able to walk in the heels. They hurt his feet and he longed to kick them off or find sitting down jobs. That was not to happen for Amelia always stayed in the room he was working in, directing him from a comfortable chair and drinking juice or wine. She was really enjoying have a slave do her cleaning, especially one as frustrated as Jason was getting. He cleaned, polished and tidied until each room was spotless. The cuffs made it so much harder, that along with the heels he was really wishing this day would end long before he was through.
Finally he heard Amelia declare he was done.
"Thank you slave, come here and let me see your chastity device," she said.
Jason walked over, the heels was killing him. Amelia lifted up the apron and the skirt and looked at the caged penis. She stroked his testicles a few times watching as Jason let out a groan and try and move away. Amelia placed one hand round his testicles and the other round the shaft then looked up at him.
"This slave is my "powerlock", you are helpless while I have you like this. I just have to squeeze my right hand and you feel your balls getting squashed and you’ll be on your knees begging me to let go. I like having you locked slave and hope you don’t find your keys for a long time. Oh poor baby don’t cry, I won’t squash your balls this time," she said letting go.
Just that slight squeeze had been enough to bring him to tears, Amelia wondered what a few months locked and teased would do to him. She had used chastity before when training a slave and was well aware how much more receptive a chaste slave would be to her long term plans.
"Right slave you are dismissed for the night, it’s late so I suggest you get back to your place for some sleep. I’ll come round tomorrow morning and remove your uniform and the heels, you need more time to get used to everything. Tomorrow evening when you get home I want you dressed and round here ready to cook our meal and do a little more cleaning is that clear slave?"
Jason bobbed a curtsy she had been taught him and bowed his head towards the floor.
"Yes Mistress, thank you."
He hurried between flats as fast as his heels would take him which wasn’t that fast. Happy to find safety in his own apartment he set about looking for the keys to his chastity device again. Two hours later and he had search everywhere, his feet and legs were killing him and although he had tried to remove the heels they were still locked in place. The corset was really tight but he knew he couldn’t even get to the chain and lock that held it in place no more than he could remove his dress. Sobbing he fell on the bed and quickly cried himself to sleep.
He was still lying on the bed when he heard Amelia knocking at his front door. Standing again in the heels wasn’t easy but he had to hurry or she may just walk away and leave him like this all day. He managed to make it to the door and open it, he curtsied and stood aside as Amelia walked in and closed the door behind her.
"What time do you start work slave?" she asked.
"I am on holiday for the next two weeks Mistress, I am fortunate enough not to have to rush today. I still couldn’t find those keys Mistress, I am really worried as I have looked everywhere," he said.
"Oh you are on holiday slave, well that is great I won’t have to remove your outfit and that way you can cook me a meal fit for a Queen when I get home at five o’clock. Today you will clean this mess of an apartment up and I expect to see it spotless and tidy when I return for my meal."
"Oh please Mistress please will you unlock me from these heels and corset Ma’am, I don’t think I can take a whole day like this," he said.
"Just like the chastity slave, you have no choice in the matter and for you temerity of trying to top from the bottom again you will stay in that uniform all night too. Now I suggest you get your ass in gear as I’ll be bring my crop round with me this evening when I inspect your work," she said.
Jason groaned in pain as he curtsied and felt the restraint of the corset, the shoes and the chastity device tell him just how helpless he was.
When Amelia left he closed and locked the door then sat down to see if he could find a way out of the shoes at the very least. He pulled and tugged but they were on tight and not moving. He could cut them off but knew that would get him in real trouble when she returned. He tried to pulling on the locks of the chain round his waist but that too was secure, the collar held his head up as he looked about the floor at the mess he had made trying to find the keys. Oh how he regretted buying this stupid chastity device.
By careful crawling so not to ladder his stocking he managed to clear up the apartment, cleaning require him to stand and that was slow. The cuffs locked to his waist chain slowed him down greatly. His hands barely reached his mouth so eating was a real problem, the soup he made himself had to be lapped from a bowl like a dog. Drinking had to be done the same way. While he was working he knew he was living out a dream, he needed this more than he could admit to but was finding it far harder than he could have imagined. Many times he asked himself if he was even slightly enjoying this.
He eventually had the flat looking clean and tidy, he checked it over several times trying to see it through Amelia’s eyes. Jason was really pleased with his efforts for he had never seen his apartment this clean and tidy before. Cooking was going to be difficult but he was a good cook usually so hoped to win favour with Amelia after she had eaten her meal. He really didn’t think he could spend another night like this.
In the kitchen he took out the chicken breasts he had removed from the freezer much earlier on and cut them into chunks. Next he chopped some mushrooms and some bacon. These he seasoned before adding some crushed garlic. Putting that aside he set to work on his sauce. The mushroom cream sauce was fairly simple, having chopped the mushrooms into tiny pieces he cooked them in butter adding some wholemeal flour, milk and then adding the whipping cream. He poured the sauce over the chicken and carefully with his hands still chained put them in the oven to cook. With main course cooking he got his bread-maker out and made some crusty fresh wholemeal bread. As he wanted to make a big impression Jason decided to go that extra mile and make a chocolate mousse, he checked he had the ingredients first then set to work. Separating the eggs proved testing but he coped, it was a struggle to bring all the ingredients together just right but he hoped he had been successful. It was proving to be very hot work cooking so he left the kitchen for a while knowing he now just had the rice to cook when Amelia arrived.
He sat in the living room, he legs ached, and the corset was still very tight even though he had barely eaten all day. The collar had been rubbing under his chin, he was so looking forward to being free of the clothes. He lifted the apron and skirt of the dress looking again at the chastity device, trying to see if there was any chance of slipping out but he could see none at all. He was desperate to cum, to slide his hand up and down his lubricated shaft until he came to an explosive orgasm. Better still he thought perhaps making love to Amelia, he smiled at the thought then quickly changed his thinking back to dinner as the pain became unbearable.
The chicken was just about cooked as Amelia knocked on the door, Jason hurried to answer it, bobbing a curtsy as she entered.
"Dinner is almost ready Mistress, just got the rice to cook," he said as he hurried away on his high heels back to the kitchen.
"You are walking so much better in those heels slave, it has done you good keeping them on today."
If her feet and legs ached like his he thought, well she probably wouldn’t think that way. Jason hurried back and forth with wine and setting the table as Amelia watched and looked around the freshly cleaned and tidied room. She was starting to be impressed and was looking forward to see what his efforts in the kitchen came out like.
"Mistress may I ask you to unlock my wrist chains while I remove things from the oven, I can’t get close enough to get hold of the hot dish properly please," he asked.
Amelia took a key from her purse and removed the padlocks that connected his wrists to the waist chain, instead she connected the wrists together. She smiled as he thanked her for freeing him to do his work and scampered back into the kitchen.
The meal was a total success, the chicken just fell apart and the sauce complimented the meat superbly. The rice was light and fluffy just as Amelia liked while the mouse was superb if not a tad naughty.
"That was excellent slave, you work well in the kitchen. Do you cook for a living?" she asked realising she knew very little about her new slave.
"Thank you Mistress, no I am but a computer geek that mostly works from home developing specially designed systems for particular customers. It’s not exciting but it pays the bills and being at home most of the time allows me to work the hours I want providing the jobs get done."
"Your apartment looks almost respectable, I’ll check it out later but right now while I drink the coffee I want you to massage my feet for me," she said.
Jason fell to his knees and set about his task, removing her heels then he started to gently massage her feet. She sighed with delight as the heels were removed and his strong hands set to work. Amelia was so relaxed she fell asleep as Jason worked his magic on her feet and legs. At first Jason didn’t notice but when he did he wondered about the keys in her bag. For the next half-hour he kept looking at her bag, wondering if he could perhaps just use the keys to unlock the shoes, corset and dress, it would only take a few minutes.
Jason had just stopped his therapeutic work and Amelia woke up.
"Well slave that was very nice, so relaxing but I think I had better do some inspecting."
Amelia was impressed, the bedding had clearly been changed and the dirty laundry washed and was in the tumble dryer. Everywhere had been dusted and polished, even the kitchen looked clean and tidy even though he had just produced an excellent meal in it. She had to admit that she was finding it difficult to find fault in what he had done as she returned to the living room to find him kneeling by the chair with his hands still chained together, his back straight and his head held high by the restricting collar.
"You have done quite well slave, I am reasonably satisfied with your work so I won’t need to fetch my paddle this time. However you need a shower and a fresh uniform so lets shut things up here and you are to come with me next door."
Once next door they went to the bathroom, Amelia set to work removing his cuffs and dress, then came the corset and finally the shoes. Jason was stunned when Amelia took a pair of plastic shoes with about the same size heel and put them on his feet.
"Special shower shoes slave, make it easier for you not having to put your heel down on the floor," she said as way of explanation.
The shower was most refreshing but soon over. Amelia used body lotion all over his body before tying on another corset equally as tightly as before, this one even had a special internal lock so the chain and padlock wasn’t needed. Fresh stockings, those same dreaded shoes locked back in place then a long latex maid’s dress that locked on round the collar. A wide steel waistband clicked in place that had two chains with cuffs on ready for his wrists. Amelia set to work on his face with makeup before finalising her work with a shoulder length wig.
"You look wonderful slave, just right for serving me as I have a bath then a relaxing back and shoulder rub," she said.
For the next two hours or so Jason was in both heaven and hell. He loved bathing and massaging Amelia but many times he bent over and cried out as the chastity device did its work. By the time he was done he was almost in tears from the sheer frustration of being kept chaste. Amelia smiled thinking about his keys to the device in her safe, maybe she should fetch them out for him she pondered, then decided she liked them where they were.
"I am reasonably pleased with your effort today slave, they will improve in time I am sure but for a first effort that was acceptable. Now you need to get home and to bed, I’ll be round early tomorrow morning with a small gift for you to amuse you through the day. Also I have some washing that needs doing plus a few other tasks and I trust a pleasant meal again when I return. You may kiss my feet and then leave slave," she said.
Jason dropped to his knees and kissed the shiny black shoes then made his way back home. The dress was not comfortable at all, he was already hot and sweaty in the thick latex and now he had to spend the entire night in it. The corset and shoes were still locked in place and of course his chastity stayed firmly secure.
That night turned out to be the worse night he could remember. He lay on the bed, too hot to sleep; he couldn’t get comfortable no matter how he tried. The corset held him tightly, his legs and feet ached, the dress was hot and sticky added to the frustration of the chastity device was proving too much to cope with. Jason was discovering that the points on the chastity device while bearable at first became much more testing after a few days. He loved Amelia and really enjoyed serving her but was starting to wonder just how far it would go. The clothes, work and chastity were too much too soon, he needed to talk to her about easing off a little.
Next door Amelia was using her vibe to come to the fourth orgasm since Jason had left. Ideas, dreams and fantasies were all coming together all at once. She flicked through the photos on her phone she had taken of him while he worked. Another few days and he would be used to the corset and shoes and by the time he had to go back to work the shoes would be needed as straightening his foot would be painful at best. He was clearly trapped, just needed hauling in and landing she surmised gasping as yet another orgasm arrive. Tomorrow would bring fresh tests for her new slave, she wondered if he was going to pass or if she would have chance to use her paddle, either way it was win/win for her.
Amelia used her newly acquired key to open Jason’s apartment and enter. She made her way to the bedroom and found him lying on his bed trying to get comfortable. She smiled knowing what sort of night he must have had.
"Good morning slave, time to get up and start your day," she said brightly.
"I have had an awful night Mistress, the corset, shoes, collar, cuffs and chastity, its all getting too much for me I think."
"Nonsense slave, you are doing quite well. Now come on up you get we have work to do before I have to leave." She said firmly.
Jason wriggled off the bed as he struggled with his restraints.
"Right slave, toilet, wash and shave and be fast," she said.
Ten minutes later he came out of the bathroom to find Amelia in his bedroom making the bed.
She clipped on a leash onto the collar and pulled him up against a wooden chair. Amelia fed the leash through the chair and secured it to the chain connecting his ankles together. Jason felt very vulnerable and hoped she wasn’t about to spank him for his bottom had only just stopped hurting from the last time. Instead Amelia went to her bag and took out a strange shaped plug, she went to the fridge and removed a stem of ginger, cutting the top off the stem she ran the ginger all over the plug many times. It was slick with the juice as she returned to Jason who had little idea what was about to happen. Gently she pushed the plug deep inside his anus, it went all the way in but struggled at the widest point then settled in a deep ridge. Amelia went back to bag and took a piece of high tensile chain shaped like a Y; she secured the two lengths to the front of the metal belt with great difficulty. There were two small round eyelets for the chain to pass through on the dress before they could connect to the steel belt. Then she fed the chain through a small ring on the plug then pulled hard to connect it to the back of the belt. That plug was not coming out until she said so and would perform all types of sensations for the wearer during the time it was locked in place.
The ginger started to burn and Jason was wriggling and begging her to remove the plug, Amelia watched for a few minutes before she released him form the chair.
"The ginger will not cause any real harm slave, just give you something to remember me by while I am away. The plug will also perform other tasks such as milking you of any build up of semen that may be in your prostate so perhaps we need to add this condom over your chastity to catch all the mess that comes out. Here is a list of your tasks for the day, make sure they are done well and the meal in ready for when I return. Have fun slave," she said as she picked up her bag and left her apartment.
Jason was to discover that simple ginger juice would stay active for a long time, tears streamed down his cheeks as he started his tasks. As he moved so the plug would move slightly in and out thus pressing against his prostate. It was a while before he felt a sensation that he could only think of as urinating, but not quite. He lifted up the long latex skirt and checked the condom to find a load of fluid contained. Carefully he removed the condom and emptied the fluid down the toilet then returned the condom to the chastity device. The device was also making him more and more desperate to cum, it was another win/win situation for Amelia.
Jason did all the work required of him, he finished quite early and decided to look about Amelia’s apartment while he had access and in particular Amelia’s bedroom. He found the safe and wondered what it contained but could see there was no way to find out. Little did he know at the time how much it would amuse Amelia as she looked back on the digital recording from her CCTV cameras later on. She would really enjoy seeing him so close to his keys, have no idea they were there or any chance of opening the door to claim them back.
Jason opened wardrobes, drawers and cupboards looking at clothes, toys and various artefacts that he came across. His bondage was restrictive, more so than yesterday so he found even sitting was no longer a joy or relief. He yearned for Amelia to get back and release him from this humiliating form of bondage.
Dinner was very straightforward; Amelia had put out a pork chop and some vegetables and had said she would have a slice of cheesecake she had afterwards. She arrived home early, this forced Jason to rush around the kitchen getting the food on a plate and served. He in no way wanted to upset this lady at this time.
"Jason here, kneel," she commanded.
Amelia removed the steel cuffs from the belt and took his arms behind his back then locked the cuffs together with a small padlock. From a drawer she took out her ball gag and forced that into his mouth and locked the many straps around his head. Bending down with another small lock she connected the chains of the wrist and ankle cuffs together, Jason was now in a kneeling hog-tie.
Amelia enjoyed her meal as she ate and drank some wine she watched over Jason as he struggled to cope with his clothes and bondage. It gladdened her heart to think that he was suffering and right now only she could grant him mercy. However mercy was not on the agenda this evening, she wanted to see how he would react to the next part of her plan to enslave him totally.
Amelia left him on his knees helpless and well gagged as she went into her bedroom for what she needed. The strange harness was almost new and she was eager to test it out. A waist strap went round her small waist and buckled together; from the sides ran two more leather straps that had further thigh straps attached. She did up the thigh bands, picked up the final part of the harness and walked back into the kitchen to Jason totally naked.
"Slave you are about to be granted a huge honour of satisfying your Mistress with your tongue. I require many orgasms, will tell you when I have had enough until then you will work to ensure I am satisfied," she said firmly.
With Amelia naked Jason could only stare at her beauty then he groaned in pain as his penis demanded it erect and the device refused those demands. Amelia giggled softly as she sat down and spread her legs. She removed the gag then guided his head between her thigh clipping his collar to her thigh bands; he never stood a chance. Taking an ear in each hand he set about controlling his head to give her the most pleasure.
Jason spent the next two hours, well just over, on his knees knowing his Mistress was having orgasm after orgasm. He felt, tasted and felt the effects of every last one. His tongue ached, his face was a mess of Amelia’s fluids as she finally relaxed back into the chair sated. She clipped on the leash like strap onto the collar and tugged instructing him to clean her up. This Jason did without hesitation, he was exhausted and wanted to just rest. Being a slave was not quite what he had expected.
Jason was sent home still in his rubber dress, still wearing the corset and shoes with his wrist chains reconnected to the steel belt and his ankles further fettered. Once inside he washed his face and made a drink of strong peppermint tea before falling into bed to try and sleep ready for another day.
The regime continued for the rest of the week. Soon he was massaging Amelia’s entire body, giving her oral sex whenever she wanted. She was a demanding Mistress, work was never done for him it would seem, and all the time the frustration of chastity caused him untold torment. He cried himself to sleep every night, convinced he couldn’t continue but every morning when confronted by Amelia he would kneel and obey.
It was Saturday and Amelia was feeling very playful and had been thinking about checking on the chastity device to make sure everything was still all right. She covered a bed with a rubber sheet then had him lay down only wearing his corset and heels. She chained a limb to each corner then added a large penis gag to keep him quiet. Sitting on the edge of the bed she smiled as she gently caressed his nipples. They were so sensitive after his period in chastity, so much easier to tease.
"Slave I have a confession to make, you see that first night we went out I saw your keys on the table and they had my name on the tag so I dropped them in my bag. So slave you haven’t totally lost the keys, I have them in my safe. It was very kind of you to make them a present to me that first night like you did. I have a feeling though you may come to regret that decision. Tonight I am going to unlock your penis, give it and the device a good clean for you."
Jason sobbed with relief, he was going to be unlocked after all this time. His keys were safe and he would soon have them back again then all this would stop.
The device was not easy to remove as his penis was larger than the cage and getting the hook free from the Prince Albert piercing took some care. Eventually he was free though from of the tight restricting tube and able to erect fully again at last. First Amelia washed his penis until it was clean. Then dropping the tube in the bowl she washed that thoroughly. Next she put on some thin latex gloves and using oil she stroked his penis until it was on the very verge of erupting, this she did maybe a dozen times. Incoherent sounds came form the gagged mouth of Jason begging her to let him cum but she was careful and an orgasm for Jason was not on today’s menu.
Amelia played with the penis she owned for over two hours; Jason was sobbing and begging her to let him cum. It was never going to happen. The bags of ice reduced his erection to nothing and the device was relocked in place. Amelia took the keys back to the safe and locked them inside. She returned to the tearful Jason and wiped his face with a wet face cloth, removed his gag and untied his wrists. She sat on the bed and holding her slave in her arms, kissing his neck and whispering in his ear. Slowly he calmed down enough for her to free his legs from the bed so he could sit up properly. Once again she cuddled him, trying to imprint in his mind she was the deliverer of pain and comfort both.
"Slave tomorrow you will give up your flat and be moving in here with me, you can continue your work but my needs will come first, do you understand?"
Jason knew arguing was not a good idea, she would always win so he nodded his head and thanked his Mistress for his new lifestyle, that of a chaste slave.
The End.